Beshraavi: Oh - and if I don`t hear from you by noon tomorrow - try and think of some remote corner of the world where I won`t find you. I don`t think you can - but try.
Beshraavi: Must you mismanage everything?
David Pollock: I couldn`t let you die without hearing the end of your story!
Yasmin Azir: Webster sold out to Nazim. David Pollock: It must be a popular indoor sport these days. Yasmin Azir: You`re not including me i hope! David Pollock: Of course not. We`re believing you today.
David Pollock: If I could find my head, I`d go get it examined.
Yasmin Azir: You`ve got to listen to me! David Pollock: Boy, every time I try to listen to you someone either hits me over the head or tries to vaccinate me.
David Pollock: This isn`t your house. This is my house, and you weren`t invited, so go away! Yasmin Azir: I didn`t even know if you were alive, but I came to warn you anyway. David Pollock: Warn me about what? Yasmin Azir: Nazim`s men. They are on their way here to get the cipher back. You`ve got to get away. David Pollock: Now slow down a minute. Aren`t you the same Miss Azir who just stood there while your friends tried to kill me? Yasmin Azir: Oh David! You don`t think I enjoyed that? David Pollock: Oh! Well! So long as you didn`t enjoy it!
David Pollock: Very well sir, where would you like me to be murdered this time?
Yasmin Azir: Why don`t you tell them where the cipher is? David Pollock: Becasue I don`t know where it is. Yasmin Azir: You told me you had it. David Pollock: You told me lots of things too. Looks like we`re just a pair of pathological liars.
Webster: That cipher, *where is it*? David Pollock: Ask me later alligator. Webster: *Where is it*? David Pollock: I left it at Beshraavi`s. After all, it belongs to him. Yussef Kasim: Wrong again teach. He snatched it. Belongs to this cat right here. Now where is it? David Pollock: Miss Azir, after all we`ve been through together couldn`t you find it in your heart to put in a small word on my behalf? Yasmin Azir: He told me he had it in his pocket. David Pollock: (shaking head) Tattle tale.
David Pollock: ...and dear Miss Azire. You know, for a poor subjugated Arab lady you lead one hell of an emancipated life. Mr. Beshraavi on the one hand and Mr. Yussef Kasim on the other. Do you get Sundays off?
Yasmin Azir: $30,000 in exchange for your old age is a terrible bargain!
Beshraavi: Mr. Pollock, very good of you to reonsider my proposal. David Pollock: I always try my best to cooperate with the very rich Mr. Beshraavi.
David Pollock: There`s nothing like a little kidnapping now and then to keep the circulation going.
Major Sylvester Pennington Sloane: May I have a word with you please Professor Pollock? David Pollock: Well... if it`s about that small outstanding bill at the bookstore there is a simple explanation: Poverty. Major Sylvester Pennington Sloane: No, it`s nothing like that. David Pollock: Oh, in that case, how do you do?
Yasmin Azir: Are you burning it? David Pollock: That`s how you detect invisible ink. Weren`t you ever in the Boy Scouts? Yasmin Azir: I flunked the physical. David Pollock: Should have tried my troop, we`d have waived it.
David Pollock: I have a vivid imagination... I must say... I never saw myself unpacking a prime minister!
Yasmin Azir: This is like a recurring dream I used to have. David Pollock: How did it end? Yasmin Azir: Don`t ask!
David Pollock: Those stairs must lead somewhere. Yasmin Azir: Are you sure? David Pollock: If they don`t, watch out for the last one!
David Pollock: Let us through! That man`s about to be killed! Policeman: I hardly think so, sir. This is England!
David Pollock: Follow that car! Taxi Driver: All my life I have waited for somebody to say that!
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